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[speaksonlytruth]

"You've been saving that move, haven't you?"
There's a soft laugh with the words.

Jean is at the bar. Playing chess. With The Bar.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, Security badge on her belt, settles at a seat nearby, mostly because it provides a very good view of the rest of the establishment.

Over the span of a few minutes her attention flickers to the chessboard several times, head tilting very slightly as she studies both the board and the woman playing chess.

Is it possible that something about Jean's face looks familiar?

Or maybe it is her scent.

Or maybe X just finds chess very interesting.

Regardless of the reason, eventually X opens her mouth.

"Hello."

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean looked up, still amid smiling, still amid her fingers being purchased on the top of her bishop, when she looked over. There was the smallest pause (of sometime...else) before she said, "Hello."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I did not know Bar played chess."

Her gaze flicks down to Jean's hand, to the bishop, then back up to her face.

"She is very good?"

X does not hold herself to be much of a judge. Or maybe she is asking Bar about Jean!

Who can say?

[speaksonlytruth]

"She is very charitable, at the least," Jean admitted in a conspiratorial fashion, for her part at least.

[not_his_pa]

William's still not having much luck with his notes but he's doing better.

He looks up at the sound of Jean's laugh and smiles, she looks nice then notices why she laughed, "Who's winnin', miss?"

[speaksonlytruth]

"I believe she is still being far too kind." The color of the wood shifted under the fingertips of her free hand on the bar. "something about it being my first game since I--" died "--arrived."

[not_his_pa]

"That does sound like her. She's been tryin' to help me with my writin' too,"

Though it hasn't done that much good, but his fingers aren't too inkstained at least.

[speaksonlytruth]

Something in her countenance shifts, softened even more as she continued to consider the young man. "What have you been writing?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Of hope and dreams, life and space, so wandering through the desert waste I thought I spied upon the dunes a figure so fair, of burning flame. The Phoenix rises, rises once again," the Fool murmurs softly.

Then. "But a lot less feathers have yea than I thought."

[speaksonlytruth]

It's the meter more than the words that make her look over, interestingly enough. Especially as it is as much self-commentary as to her, perhaps, at the end.

Universal, more than personal?

"Would you have me bare a plume?"

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool's meter and verse tend to be a bit wonky at times, it can be admitted. "Why not?" He asks, bells ringing lightly as he does so.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean looked up at the ceiling. The curve of her mouth puckered, gently, slowly. Half restraint, half temptation. The edges of her bearing almost seem to shiver.

"Do you think it would burn down?"

[fiss84]

Down the bar a bit a little wannabe super hero watches the game as she slurps on her strawberry shake. Is the woman playing herself or someone else? Who knows...

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean moved her own castle.

But no one's hand was there shifting the opposite bishop.

[fiss84]

Maybe it's someone invisible! Julie grabs her shake and flies over to a nearer stool to get a better look.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean moved a pawn this time.

And waited while the Bar thought.

Saying, softly, "Good evening."